Sunset

Black against light sky

Bright flowers blown 

Bare branches now

Reach beseechingly. Reluctant sun hangs

Sending thin light and pinkness

To clouds sleek as cats

Now paling, blue grey,

I see mauve dying into dark

Night sky edges in

The blackness awaits;

Dreams dangle like stringed balloons

A new born child gurgles

How full the holly!

Forsythia large and darker 

Birds shelter wisely